Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.